Flannen Isle

This was inspired by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson's poem of the same name.

Fast and faster through the horses,

Lost and found the men below­­­.

Darker darker grows the night,

Never will the black birds sing.

 

No glimmer from the high rocks shimmers,

Onto the rocks and rolls below.

Cliff top perched wait the sentries,

Watching for the new sprung prey.

 

Alone and lonely come three strangers,

Upon the isle of mystery.

Table laid, chair turned over,

Hurried from the darkened room.

 

Island deep, island cold,

Lighthouse steps flagstone cold.

Torchlight bright, torchlight dim,

Island playing with your senses.

 

Midnight wings,

Light out, dark press.

Blue to grey,

Green to brown.

 

Ship without captain,

Moon without sun.

Fork without knife,

Light not on.

 

Fast and faster through the horses,

Lost and found the men below­­­.

Darker darker grows the night,

Never will the black birds sing.

The End

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